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2 years later...

"He is too dangerous." Hera stood up, her gown billowing angrily behind her. "He must be eliminated!"

The gods shuffled restlessly. A new problem had arisen, and the gods were in turmoil.

"I agree. He has trespassed into my dominion." Zeus spoke calmly. His stormy eyes flashed as he stared at all his siblings. "He has done the impossible."

"And mine."

The gods turned towards the cold voice. Khione stood, glaring coldly at the lot of them. "That Perseus can control my element. It isn't possible, but he has frozen water."

"…and made water pour from the sky." Zeus contributed thoughtfully.

"Then we kill the little punk and get over it. I don't see what the problem is about." Ares grumbled, fire licking away at his empty sockets.

"The problem is that that 'little punk' is my son! And I will not stand here idly while you debate his fate!" Poseidon demanded forcefully. His face was contorted in anger, his demeanor comparable to that of a stormy sea.

"The boy has saved Olympus from destruction many times." Artemis pointed out quietly.

Silence engulfed the throne room as the gods considered this. They didn't like to admit it, but it was true.

"But what if…" Hermes hesitated as all eyes turned towards him. "What if the boy decides to use his power to overthrow Olympus? I know better than anyone that power can make mortals selfish and thirsty for more."

"Your son, Hermes," Athena began, "Was not corrupted because of power. It was lack of love and emotional support. He was driven by hatred, not an appeal to power." Her voice was cold, and level. Only ever saying what was necessary and true. Nevertheless, Hermes flinched and glared at her, but you could not be angry at logic.

Poseidon seemed relieved that someone else was in defense of his son, that is, until Athena spoke again.

"But I support the destruction of the boy."

Zeus stood.

"All in favor of killing him say Aye!"

The sounds of agreement drove out the protests.

"…AYE!"

Percy

"Percy, your assistance is needed." Percy looked up and saw Athena.

A tiny snake of dread curled around his stomach as she stared at him.